The Intellectual (666 B.C. / Hell)
Jihad, to what do I owe yee the favor?
You took away all of my relatives,
You destroyed my countries economy,
You made people hate Allah,
I can not thank you enough.
I still believe in you,
My dear jihad.
Submitted: Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Edited: Tuesday, December 13, 2005
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